Hao Jian was speechless, his gaze strangely fixed on the crowd, "You haven't even looked into the background of Atama, and you want to go there to rescue the refugees?"
Cheng Weiwei and the others looked at each other but were at a loss for words.
Hao Jian sighed, waved at them, and said, "Come with me."
Cheng Weiwei and the others quickly followed. At that moment, Chu Zhixin was still scolding his bodyguard, but his eyes were filled with resentment when he looked at Hao Jian.
Because today, in front of Cheng Weiwei, whom he liked, Hao Jian had made him lose face completely.
Hao Jian hadn't taken them to go by plane; instead, he chose to smuggle into Atama. Brazenly entering Atama was likely to expose their target and could also lead to attacks; smuggling was the safest method.
By now, Hao Jian had changed into a black military uniform, yet his gear was simple: two revolvers holstered at his waist and two military sabers strapped to his thighs.
